In the ancient tradition of coercive and sadistic torture,
the modern equivalent of an agonized death
by a thousand cuts (and slights)
is "Literary Criticism" of the naive writer.
If scathing ridicule of burlesques and doggerel
is also a genuine artform, then
is it also worthy of complaining censure?
... is the poisoned pen ever empty?
The credulous and ingenuous nescient is admonished
that "constructive criticism" is
an indubitable oxymoron!